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Park Jung-chul excitedly watched as the little white mouse came back to life. He could not control the joy that was surging from his brain. He seemed to have lost control of his body as he stood up and performed a strange dance.
"It's a success! I have succeeded!!! This spell is real and it can bring the dead back to life! Resurrecting the dead is actually such a simple thing! Hahahahaha! This simply too easy!!"
Park Jung-chul hugged and kissed the Seven Cryptical Book of Hsan. Resurrecting the dead was such a grand miracle but with this magical book in front of him, it became an easy task. As long as the right materials were prepared and the spell was recited, the miracle could be performed successfully.
Park Jung-chul felt that he was truly smart. After noticing that the spell was not working, he took the book and repeated the incantation. The most important part of the spell was not the incantation but the book. The book was the real divine artifact!
"Praise the King in Yellow! Praise the King in Yellow!"
He kneeled on the floor in worship. His expression became crazed as his eyes filled with ecstasy. Park Jung-chul did not notice that his excitement seemed to be manipulated by something beyond human. He did not notice that he was gradually losing control of himself and losing his reason.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPark Jung-chul looked at the little white mouse. He gulped and had a new idea. He quickly killed another white mouse but he did not grab the Seven Cryptical Books of Hsan. Instead, he grabbed his own translated copy of the book and once again recited.
After some time, the little white mouse was resurrected, but compared to the previous one, this one took a longer time to resurrect.
"Handwritten copies also work... every single character of the Seven Cryptical Books of Hsan seems to possess some mysterious power. So the handwritten copy seemed to be comparatively weaker."
Park Jung-chul furrowed his brow. After some thought, he decided to take another leave of absence from his university. He no longer cared about the possibility of being expelled or any academic consequences. After all, who needed to attend classes when you possessed the miraculous power to bring the dead back to life?
With his strong scientific mindset, he embarked on a frenzy of experiments. In just one day, he reached some fundamental conclusions.
Reviving the dead had its limitations. Firstly, the corpse needed to be in pristine condition. If the body was damaged, only the original power could revive the deceased, and the power from the handwritten book demanded the body to be in pristine condition.
Secondly, the deceased couldn't have been dead for too long. If it exceeded a certain timeframe, not even the original power could bring them back to life. Based on Park Jung-chul's knowledge of various mythologies and the s he had read, he believed this might be related to the soul. It was possible that when someone had just passed away, their soul had not yet dissipated, making revival possible. However, when someone had been dead for too long, their soul might have already moved on, making revival nearly impossible.
Unbeknownst to Park Jung-chul, his speculations were quite accurate. For a deity like Louis, reviving someone who had recently died was relatively simple and required minimal expenditure of divine energy. However, reviving someone who had been dead for an extended period would demand a significant cost even for a god.
Louie had come to create chaos on Earth and not waste divine power, so he would never do such a wasteful thing.
After testing the power of resurrection, Park Jung-chul still did not rest despite his tired body. Instead, he began to turn the page of the Seven Cryptical Books of Hsan and began experimenting with the second chapter.
This chapter was called Rosy Chrysanthemum Prolonging Life. It opened with the line: 'With a moonless night and no firelight, people cannot see me, and my form can remain concealed. Do you wish to know it? Are you willing to do it?' This was like the philosophical opening of the first chapter.
This time, Park Jung-chul wasn't impatient and continued to carefully read on. He noticed that the second chapter was an introduction to Taoist pill manufacturing. Just like the name of the chapter suggests, it explains methods for extending life, achieving immortality, and promoting longevity!
Seeing the book's secrets, Park Jung-chul excitedly trembled. Immortality was something that many people desired. Countless emperors also had dreams about it. He never imagined that within this book, the second chapter already breached this secret topic.
"A divine book! What a divine book!!"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPark Jung-chul once again kissed the book and carefully read on. The second chapter was the same as the first chapter and was twisted by some mysterious power.
But Park Jung-chul who had just performed the art of resurrection did not pay it any mind and continued reading. After he finished reading the second chapter, he knew that this time he could not experiment with the little white mice any more. That overpowering force had twisted the text from Taoist pill manufacturing into a "corpse nurturing" art, allowing humans to obtain longevity by raising corpses and consuming them. It was an incredibly bizarre transformation of the original teachings.
This Rosy Chrysanthemum Prolonging Life chapter required him to kill people and turn the victim's corpse into a zombie. These zombies would then continue consuming human flesh to absorb their vitality and create more zombies. Finally, the user transforms into a zombie and achieves immortality by consuming the zombie's flesh!
The Seven Cryptical Books of Hsan described a series of cult rituals in great detail, some of which were so gruesome that they sent shivers down one's spine. However, Park Jung-chul had lost his sanity by now, and his mind was filled with countless methods of killing, reminiscent of those he had read about in Conan stories. He was preparing for a killing spree.
Park Jung-chul was immersed in this book, and after a long while, he regained his senses. He paced around the room, clenched his fists, and declared, "This magnificent book belongs to our Republic of Korea and will always be ours!"
He quickly found a cover for the book and wrote the title Seven Cryptical Books of Hsan in Korean on it. Park Jung-chul clenched his teeth and decided to send the book back to Korea, to be delivered to his religious leader.
Having skimmed through the book earlier, he realized that the later chapters contained rituals and content that were too vast for him to complete alone. It required a religious organization to work together.
Therefore, he made the decision to send the original Seven Cryptical Books of Hsan back to Korea while keeping the handwritten copy. As long as his religious leader fully comprehended the book, the Republic of Korea would gain access to these supernatural powers. They would no longer be under the influence of China and Japan. This ancient Chinese book would become the property of the Republic of Korea. Park Jung-chul wondered if it could even be recognized as a cultural heritage.
"The content in the later chapters of this book can create earthquakes, control the minds of others, and even allow one to ascend to become immortal! I will make it clear in the letter that our leader must complete the seventh chapter of this book. The book states that summoning the crawling chaos will grant omnipotent power, the ability to be one with the gods!"
Park Jung-chul knew how terrifying the crawling chaos was, but he had already lost his sanity and was gradually descending into madness, all in the pursuit of meeting the god of a thousand forms—Nyarlathotep!